¹⁷ As a pregnant woman about to give birth
writhes and cries out in her pains,^(A)
so we were before you, Lord.

³¹ I hear a cry like a woman in labour,^(A)
a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child.
The cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath,
stretching out her hands:^(B)
‘Woe is me, for my life is weary
because of the murderers! ’